Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines todayBring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellowsGive her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansingNo screams or sounds,Only the resonation of relief colliding with horrorTrepidation blanketed with the reverberation of godlike slaughterTumor mankindDug from the roots and burned from the marrow outwardFalling forward into complete regeneration